Page 23 of Prince of Pain

“Fine. Stay out of trouble.” He opened the door and walked out, and I sat back down and dropped my head into my hands. I decided to check my phone, wishing I hadn’t when I saw texts from Tempest, one including a picture of her pussy that was still dripping with my cum.

Tempest: You’re not a monster, you’re just the villain of my story. I was never into knights in shining armor anyway.

Tempest: Thanks for coming to check on me and making sure I wasn’t dead.

Tempest: I know you said it was the last time, but call me if you ever want to mess around like that. I’d like to do it again.

I blew out a breath, startling when Maddox spoke behind me. “You good? Dad said to leave you alone, but I’m obviously not going to do that.” I locked my phone screen and slid it into my pocket, hoping he didn’t see who I was messaging. He definitely saw the pussy though from the way he was smirking. “Sexually frustrated, maybe?”

“Just came, actually. I’ve had a long day already,” I mumbled, leaning on my elbows as he sat in the chair beside me. “What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be with Beckett at the shed?”

“Jett thinks you need me.” He gave me a dirty look. “You want to explain why you punched him last night? You got him good.”

“I honestly don’t remember. I’ll apologize to him.”

“He’s worried about you. He said you’re not back on the drugs, but you’re drinking more than normal. What's up?” I was mentally drained, and he must have sensed it because he changed the subject. “You want to hang out tonight? Video games and beer? Beckett’s going out with Evans, so you, me, and Jett can just chill at home.”

“What are they doing?”

“Beats me. Murder and mayhem, I assume,” he snorted, and I didn’t blame him. Beckett and Zane were so alike, but we also knew Beckett only saw him as a friend, despite Zane thinking they were a match made in the pits of hell. “I kind of want him to push her into fucking him. That way she’ll kill him and we don’t have to deal with him anymore.”

“Maybe she’ll decide to keep him and all four of you will live happily ever after?” I offered with a straight face, making him scowl.

“I love you, but I’ll beat the shit out of you if you say that again. Who are you fucking? You’re bleeding.” He motioned to my shirt and I sighed when I noticed the small droplets of blood seeping through. I pulled my shirt off, and he sucked in a breath, telling me it was worse than it felt. “Damn, bro. Did you fuck a barbed-wire fence?”

I ran my hands over my chest and arms, the raised skin still damp in places from the blood.

“I honestly haven’t seen it.”

“You look like you fought in the great chicken war, and the chickens won.” He held his phone up with the camera on so I could get a look, and I cringed slightly at the damage. She must have been terrified of me killing her if she’d fought that hard.

Maddox frowned, putting his phone away. “What happened? You’re not bragging about fucking someone within an inch of their life.”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Ry,” he bit out sharply. “What did you do?”

“It’s fine, I talked to Skeet. I didn’t rape them if that’s what you’re thinking.” I couldn’t even be mad at his assumption because it sure as fuck looked like it. “It was consensual, drop it.”

“As long as you’re not about to get hauled off to prison. Mom would love that.”

“You know I have no problem getting pussy.”

“You’re too nice to be a creepy rapist. Look how you freaked out that one time you got handsy with Luna,” he said with a shrug, a stabbing pain hitting me in the chest.

I still couldn’t believe I’d acted like that.

How did something like that make me feel sick, but Tempest fighting me had made me fucking come in my pants? Maybe Skeeter was wrong, and I was slowly becoming a sick fuck.

What if that incident with Luna had started this entire chain of events that would lead to me hurting someone?

“Ry?” I jerked my eyes to Maddox’s, finding him frowning deeply at me.

“What?”

“I asked if you’re okay. You zoned out.” He stepped closer and peered at my face, making me scowl as I stood to put some space between us.

“I’m not fucking high, asshole.”

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